Stage Harbor Freezer Company

The old Stage Harbor Freezer Company building at sunset, Chatham MA.

A place with so much history of the Cape Cod fishermen, we know and have known.

And love, for always.   ❤ ❤ ❤


The Last of the Ruddies

Some incredible moments shared with the last Ruddy Turnstones I saw down at Forest Beach.

They were just being Ruddies; up on one of the jetties in between foraging runs up and down along the shoreline.

Enjoying the sun, enjoying each other.

And as our autumn foliage and lighting transitions with each passing day into a more wintry palette, how I am missing their calico COLORS already.

But most of all…

Their glorious company.

See you in the Spring!  ❤

Footprints in the Sand

I’m not quite sure what it is about footprints in the sand that fascinates me so.

Maybe it’s the mystery of it all – whose prints are these?

What were they thinking or feeling as they walked along?

Have I already passed by them, not knowing that these prints were theirs?

Along with the mystery of it all, I also find footprints in the sand to be incredibly beautiful – when the light is just right, and most especially…

When you add shadows to the mix! 😉

A Beach Bum for the Birds

I stopped being a “beach bum” a long time ago.

But I’m back on the beaches again.

This time, to be with the birds!

I love the intense light and deep shadows of the early mornings here on the Cape.

There’s nothing that makes my heart dance quite like the sight of a tiny Sanderling…

Chasing the waves to and fro…

Then pausing to look at me, backlit by the morning sun.

I guess that makes me a “beach bum”, after all.  😉

Harrier Hawk Surprise

I love surprises.

Like a few weeks ago when a bird I was photographing from away up on “Osprey Hill” that overlooks Forest beach marsh turned out to be —

A Harrier Hawk, and not the Great Blue Heron I thought it was at first!

I’ve seen Harriers now for years in the marsh, but I’d never seen one down on the ground, out in the middle of the marsh.

Just lookin’ around.  😉

Perhaps he’d just had a good meal?

Perhaps it was a young harrier, just checking things out?

Or maybe…

He was enjoying the after-summer quiet in the marsh…

As much as me.  😉